Chapter 2
Peter was operated on for a couple of hours, and several doses of painkillers were being pumped into his system. Cap stayed by his side throughout the entire thing, holding his hand and talking to him softly, saying that he would be okay, and that it would be alright. When Bruce finished stitching up the last stitch he took off his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose.
“ He should be okay, I’d give him a little bit before he wakes up.”
Then Tony walked back in wearing normal clothes. He walked over to the Spider, looked him up and down the asked, “ So who is this Spider-guy anyway?” He reached for Peter’s mask, but got swatted at by Steve.
“ What was that for Capsicle, aren’t you curious to know who this guy is?”
“ I am but he obviously doesn’t want people to know who he is.” Steve said flatty.
“ Well, this is my building and my stuff, and he’s in my tower so he can suck it up.”
The Captain was glaring at him now, and Tony threw his hands up in the air in defeat. Then, Clint, Natasha, and Thor walked in. Bruce and Steve walked over to them and started talking.
“ How is he?” asked Clint.
“ He suffered from a major stab to the abdomen, and thigh. His windpipe was almost completely crushed. I also had to set his bones back in place. He must have some sort of self-healing factor, because I had to re-break most of his fingers because they set themselves wrong. Clint winced in disgust. Then their heads all snapped back towards the Spiderman when they heard a distressed Stark exclaim a “ holy shit ”
They all gasped as they saw for the first time an unmasked Spiderman.
“ He’s just a kid.” Stark said in shock.
“ The Man of Spiders, is really a Boy of Spiders” Thor said confused.
“ Tony why did you do that, I told you not to!” screamed an angry Steve.
His answer was a simple “ Because I can”.
By now everyone was staring down at him as he lay there unconscious.
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Peter’s POV
I woke up, but didn’t open my eyes, it seemed to be to much of a strain. It hurt all over, it felt like someone just unloaded a magazine clip on my stomach. My legs felt like Jell-O, no crushed and smashed Jell-O. Then, my spidey sense started. My eyes snapped open and I saw six heads staring down at me, panic and adrenaline rushed through my bloodstream, I tried to breath in but found that it was nearly impossible. I shot up and tried to distance myself crawling up the back of the bed, bad choice instant pain shot up through me. I let out a yelp of pain, I felt a pair of hands grasp my foot. I continued to crawl up the tall white walls, and it was then when I realize who was in front of me. The Avengers. The fucking Avengers. I was just sitting there on the wall in front of the Avengers, at least they couldn’t see me with my mask. My hand went up to my face, and an entire new wave of panic washed over me. My mask was off, I needed to get out of here.
“ It’s okay kid.” I heard Captain America say.
“ Rogers he’s going to kill himself if he rips those stitches.” said Bruce, with concern in his voice.
Then I ripped the IV that was tugging on my arm out, and continued to crawl up to the ceiling and ran towards the door. Once I was in the hallway I took a right towards a small table with my web shooters and mask on it. After I snatched those, and put them on, everyone was chasing and yelling at me. I kept crawling on the ceiling towards the nearest window I could find. I undid the latch in record time and jumped. I let myself freefall for a moment before shooting a web to a nearby building, pain searing through my every muscle. As I flew I felt a small sharp object hit the back of my calf. I kept going not wanting to look back. I mean now the Avengers, my idols, were shooting at me.